Pavement....

A million sparkling stars at our feet

determine the path we must complete

One way, the only way

Destination, clear

Without any fear

We travel hand in hand

Towards that which we desire

Fulfilment is nigh

No further need for wire

We journey as one, at peace

With who we are

Cracks paved over with ease

No matter how far

How deep our love

Deliverance, near

Rewards so dear

We experience, touch upon touch

Learn who we are, together

If ever our way is impeded

We will overcome, and endeavour

We journey as one joining hands

Feeling hearts

For the pavement we walk

Never divides, never parts.

Time....

What is time
without a second thought?
What is thought
without a minute's silence?
What is silence
without an hour's rest?
What is rest
if there is no time?

Tide....

Wait....

and you will see

The beauty embodied

a million designs untold

Unread

Each unique to me

Wait....

and you will be

Content to receive

the most precious gift

of mine, of all

Consummation

the key.

Wire....

These fluid dreams fill my heart with purescence

Pulse through my veins, coerce the very fabric of life

Wash over me

Tell.... and i listen to your breath

The wild saline waters flood my words - i cannot

Express

I am wired

Tied

You surround me

Tide

You clothe me

Tired

You cradle me

You come twice

The first to confide and devour

The second to confer and cleanse

You leave twice

The first to muse.... to reason

The second only to return.

Untitled....

I live beneath you.

My tendrils bore the dark earth

you walk upon.

They seize your ankles,

girdle your thighs.

Consume your body.

You, powerless,

do not struggle but

accept your repulse.

A thousand monsterous screams

fill your mind and....

you hear nothing.

Not even the obdurate rain

descending from your naked flesh,

seeping into my sodden wormworld

below.

Without fear

your essence asserts my seat.

My host fails to repel

your insistent (welcome)

presence.

Your spirit exacts mine.

You comfort my world

with ease.

In your completeness

i receive you.

Andrew....

I am sorry i never went fishing with you now.

Even though i don't condone this type of animal usage.

I would have liked to have just sat, and discussed life as it passed us by. While life was still available to you.

It is, indeed, a precious thing.

Deepest condolences to Debs and the girls....

At what point is too far?

I haven't said enough
I've said too much
Encouraged to be myself
(never been me before)
Now i am
I am
Not enough
I am
Too much
Refocus
Rethink
Are you still
THERE?

O.M.D....

Sometimes your love blinds me
Temporarily you dissolve
Only to resolve ever more clear, pure.
In a cloudless night sky
Your rose is proud, insistent
Gilt-edged petals, luminous
Frame the depth of amity
Blood-red amour
Solace in warmth
My hand surrounds yours
Your hand coheres with mine
The thorns transfix our mortality
As we read through insidious eyes
Inciting what is ours
I am inside you
You possess me.

Picnic on Daisy Mountain....

Take me to your place my dear

It is where i want to be

Show me all the wonderous sights

Show me all there is to see

Let me hear you laugh my sweet

It is the sound i long to hear

The music in the mountain breeze

Your warm breath in my ear

Surrender to me your body my love

And i will search within your soul

May our spirits be entwined as one

And make love, be our goal

Entrust me with your gift so precious

Yield to what you believe

Present our senses with enjoyment

And with devotion, we'll conceive

Give me the scent of daisies honey

Give yourself all to me

And i will give to you, my life

All you desire, with my key.

(Photo by Thincat)

Interview with a Worm....

Q. From that low down, dear worm, how do you know where you are?
A. From this low down, i see everything above me.
Q. How do you know what direction to travel in?
A. The sun guides me through the day, the stars at night.
Q. Do you have a destination?
A. My destination? To be where i am.... and to wait for the rain which, hopefully, won't drown me.

Jealousy....

"Jealousy is defined as a protective reaction to a perceived threat to a valued relationship, arising from a situation in which the partner's involvement with an activity and/or another person is contrary to the jealous person's definition of their relationship." (Bevan, 2004, page 195)

Jealousy....

Incisions bleed releasing the fight

Cognitive wishes levelling the light

Inglorious fears perpetuate past

Nihilism forever, annihilate last

Untold dangers, perceived privation

Suppress disquiet, cultivate elation.

Our Dance....

Our Dance....

Is the sun through silver curtains

The warmth in our minds

And the harmony of the music

Seeing the light

Feeling the glow

And learning the sound

It is clarity

It is contentment

It is listening (to love)

The Dance of Devotion

Photo: Andrew Balet

Lake Neochori....

ΛΙΜΝΗ - ΝΕΟΧΩΡΙ
(Η θέση των μαργαριτών)

ό, τι δίνουμε λαμβανόμαστε

ό, τι παίρνουμε κλεβόμαστε

σας δίνω τη ζωή μου

θα πάρετε,

ή θα κλέψετε?

Muse....

Μούσα

είστε ο αναγνώστης
είμαι το βιβλίο
είμαι κάθε λέξη
είμαι ο ζωγράφος
είστε η ζωγραφική
είστε κάθε σημάδι βουρτσών

είμαστε η μουσική
κάθε σημείωση

Ditto....

And when you reveal yourself (to me)
What will i do with you?
Will you give me then, the right to abuse you,
Traduce you, take advantage of your love?
Yes, you will give me this right!
What will i present you in return?
How will i repay you?
I will allow you to violate me,
Deceive me and betray me?
Why hold something so precious,
So tense?
There is no need
As the ache will surely let us fall
I choose to wait for your hand
To encompass me, to hold me
Comfort me
And one day you will find yourself
In my open hand
Disburdened of fear
You won't know how you got there
But you will want to remain there
For where you want to be........
Ditto.

Have we met before....?

That one, warm day

Hazy.... heady

Scent of pleasured grass

Amongst daisies and others

We were alone, complete

Feeling that warmth

Happiness

Grounded in your eyes

Lost in your smile

You smiled at me

With me

Why did you leave before the chain was finished

Before i could give you my gift?

Did we have to wait a lifetime

Until next June?

One way, or another

I found you.... You found me

Chance? Accident? Luck? Fate?

There is little chance of two individuals finding one another in such a dense division

Accidents require certain factors to occur which were never present

What of luck? Why weren't we blessed with this prodigious prize before? Long before

Which leaves us with fate! A complex concept to accept

So, what if we just allow ourselves?

Embrace this faith, accept that, one way or another we breathe the same atmosphere.

I subsist in you as you do in me.... and enjoy.

Meeting the Publisher....

Mr. Barrie (B:) - Writer
Mr. Travorsky (T:) - Publisher
Secretary (S:) - Secretary
Guest (G:) - Guest

S: Mr. Travorsky, there is a Mr. Barrie here to see you.
T: ........ Yes.... er.... send him in.
S: You sound a bit rough sir, i do hope you are not getting the flu........ Mr. Travorsky will see you now, please enter.
*Mr. Barrie enters the plush office-come-second, third or fourth home. He sees a rather 'young' man standing, staring out of the panoramic windows*
B: Mr. Travorsky?
T: Er.... n.... yes........ Take a seat.... er....
B: Mr. Barrie.... I have an appointment!
T: Appointment, yes, of course........ You're late!
B: Actually I'm...
*Mr. Barrie is rudely interrupted by Mr. Travorsky*
T: Sit.... Sit........ and I'll sit too. On my er.... lovely, comfortable chair here!
*The two men sit, contemplating one another suspiciously*
T: So what are we here for Mr. Br.... Bo....
B: Barrie.... as in J. M. Barrie.
T: Jamboree?! Ha, ha, ha.... Jamboree.
B: My book 'Sweet Potatoes'.... You wanted to....
*Mr. Travorsky interrupts again*
T: Ah, yes, let me just get it up on the screen.
*Mr. Travorsky taps the keyboard in front of him in a nonchalant manner. A recipe for 'Green Spaghetti' appears on the screen which is out of Mr. Barrie's eye line*
T: I've read better Mr. Boree.... I've read worse too! I remember a story about a goldfish and an egg, ha ha ha.... Er, yes.... er....
B: You don't like it?
T: It's not that i don't like it........ It's the book-buying public.... They won't like it! They won't get it! A story about potatoes?!
B: It's about chocolate.... and the demise of the human race!
T: No-one ever died eating chocolate Mr. Boree. You're wasting your time.
B: Then i am sorry for wasting your time Mr. Travorsky, very sorry indeed.
*Mr. Barrie, reluctantly leaves the office, glancing back to see Mr. Travorsky spinning round on his luxurious, swivel chair. Mr. Travorsky enters his office from the adjoining bathroom*
T: Who was that you were talking to Greaves?
G: No-one sir.... Just talking to myself.... no-one special.
T: I have a Mr. Barrie coming to see me shortly, in fact he's a bit late! I didn't think he was the type to be late! Oh well, he is a very rare, raw talent. I'd like you to sit in on this meeting Greaves, you could learn a lot from him. In the meantime could you arrange some tea and biscuits please.

El Condor Pasa - Simon & Garfunkel

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=T6i8HHrz2BI
Everything i am feeling today.... all that is given.